peace

silence,

blackness,

sweet nothing.

i sit in a cocoon

my deed done,

and eternal peace surrounding me.

softness surrounds my skin,

making me comfortable for my final moment.

i remember the final phone calls i made,

all of them went to the voice mailbox,

and i left a message saying goodbye.

mom and dad might act sad at first,

but i know that eventually they would get over it,

it's not like i was that great anyways,

i was always a disappointment.

happiness.

warm.

black.

cocoon.

peace.

 

my head tells me,

it will soon be done.

 

The End

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